Sometimes, when I'm at work, I can't help but peak out the window
and wish that I was one of those people down there.
I wonder what's it like to be them. While I'm in my office working. Where are they going?
What are they thinking, feeling, doing?
Do they look at my building and wish they were me?
And sometimes, wishing I was down there instead of in here, is the only way I make it through the day.
But I don't think I'm the only one who feels this way.
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